I walk by the road,
with a load on my back
I catch up with this man,
sitting in the corner of the path
Torn shirt and a short pant,
bare legs with a short height
Ragged in all the filthy matter,
smelling all acrid and pungent
His eyes on a house ahead,
A mother and her son wrapped around her..
A face of his innocence, without any doubt
musing of a family and a nice house
His eyes met mine and mine met his
An urge to help him started rising within,
to get him out of that sickening corner..
And get on with my life
But still I passed on like somecareless chap,
Minding my own things...
I wondered WHY?
Because I have a home..
A mother to open the door,
A father to close it, if I forget,
A brother who pesters but makes me happy
He dreamt of a life of friends and family,
He dreamt of a life out of the streets..
So I could only hope that hope bind him in an embrace..
Take him to desired places,
A sweet abode,
And a sweet life.